So What is Going On?

"This is the first we have heard of this, and we live on the Hellmouth." Buffy looked puzzled. "There have been some strange occurrences though; there has been a lack of the bumpy head kind."

Buffy didn't like leaving Sunnydale, but she knew Giles had promised his friend Bobby to help the boys. Giles had told her how Bobby had told the boys he was on vacation when he was really going on a hunting trip by himself. Bobby suspected the demon doing this was really dangerous, and didn't want to get the boys hurt. They meant too much to him.

Buffy didn't know much about the Winchester's; just their names and they were good Hunters. She was happy enough to team up with them if they needed it.

"I have heard about Sunnydale. There was an entry in my dad's journal about it, but never mentioned there was a Hellmouth there, just strange activity." Sam smiled at Giles. He has heard his name thrown about among Hunter's; they said he was man to be respected. He knew more about Sunnydale than he let on. He knew about the history of Slayer's, and that Buffy was a legend of sorts.

Sam looked over at his brother sitting to the left of him. He was unusually quiet. Dean struggled with power; he knew that Dean hated it when he had to rely on someone for help. He was like his Dad that way.

Giles cleared his throat and spoke "So what can we do for you?"

"We were wondering if it would be possible to borrow Buffy's time and your knowledge on our hunt, and yours too, if that's ok." Sam kicked Dean in the shin.

Dean directed his controlled smile towards Buffy.

"From now on, your time is our time." Buffy was avoiding eye contact with Dean; she found him staring at her ever since they walked over and sat in the booth. She ignored it at first, but this kind of attention made her nervous, and she was unconsciously picking apart a napkin.

Giles looked down at mess Buffy was creating on the table, and placed his hand over Buffy's and pulled away the napkin.

"Oh." Buffy whispered. She shoveled the mess into one her hands, and put the pieces on one of the side plates.

"Our motel is only 15 minute drive away from this diner. Are you staying anywhere? If not we can pick up our things and we can be on our way."

Dean continued to be silent, and let Sam be the main conversationalist. He opened up the car door, and sat inside and shut the door behind him.

"We have all of our belongings in our car. We have only arrived today-" Giles looked at Buffy for approval, and saw her nod. "- so yes, we can go ahead."

Dean wasn't paying attention to the muffled conversation he could hear. He was too preoccupied with choosing a soundtrack for the ride to wherever they where going, who knows? He thought. It looks like I have no say.

He lifted his head up over the dash, "What the hell is that?" He scowled.

Dean crooked his head to look behind him, he thought that he heard someone screaming in the distance. He shook his head in disbelief.

There it was again, another scream. He wound down the window to get a better listen. He observed his brother to see if he heard the scream too, but Sam was still talking to Giles and Buffy. He hadn't heard the yell at all.

"I was thinking we go to Sunnydale first, Willow may be able to help us locate this demon before we set out on a journey to nowhere."

Dean placed his hand under his seat, and pulled out the Colt. Just because Sam didn't acknowledge the scream, doesn't mean it didn't happen. He placed it on the front of the dashboard, just in case he needed to take immediate action. He waited again, for another scream to reassure him he wasn't hearing anything.

Sam watched his brother in puzzlement. "D-Dean what are you doing?" He saw the gun on the dashboard.

Then that's when Sam saw the man; he was covered in blood in heading in their direction. He moved quickly, and swung the Impala's door open and took a hold of a shot gun.

The man stumbled to the ground and cried out in pain. "Get out of here! Get out, now!"